Page 38 of Jilted Jock
“No, I made that one up myself.”
“You should stick to your day job.”
Finn motioned to the TV. “You wanna watch something?”
“I should get to bed. I have to get to the office early tomorrow.”
“Right, the job.”
I laughed. He had no sense of a nine to five. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be training with the team or something?”
“I’ll start back next week. I’d planned to be off for the past two weeks for the honeymoon anyway.”
“Right.”
He shuffled awkwardly. “Well, good night then.”
“’Night, Finn.”
I showered, put on leggings and a tank top, and sat on my bed to comb out my hair. The faint sound of the TV called to me. I wasn’t really tired, and I knew getting into bed would only result in tossing and turning knowing Finn was on the other side.
Standing and taking a deep breath, I opened my door and walked out with the intention of telling him I was up for a little TV. What could it hurt?
Finn had removed his shirt and changed into a pair of blue workout shorts. My gaze snagged on his bare chest leaned back so casually on my couch, right at home.
“Hey.” He shot a surprised smile my way. “Did you change your mind?”
My pulse quickened and I swallowed. “No, uh, just wanted to grab some water.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed his face before he shrugged. I hustled to grab a bottle of water and went back to my room and locked the door – this time to keep myself inside.
I worked late on Wednesday trying to get everything in order before my day off on Friday. I’d also begun to think about my eventual departure and spent a few hours typing up notes and comments for my replacement. I would probably have months to prepare, but I was planning for the worst. Or best.
The house was empty when I walked in aside from kitty who paraded to the door to greet me showing off a brand-new collar. It matched all of her other pink and shiny garb. It made me wonder if he’d had it all along or if he’d bought it today. The image of Finn wondering the aisles and looking over the kitty supplies made me smile.
He wasn’t here now though. Another date maybe. I hadn’t asked how the last one went, but I was still curious.
I changed into comfy clothes, grabbed my leftover lunch, and had just sat down in front of the TV when the front door opened.
“I found the downfall of your charming town,” he said, rushing in with hands full and kicking the door closed behind him. “It took nearly thirty minutes to grab takeaway. The whole town had the same idea.”
I stood and walked to the counter where he set the bags.
“You got Chinese?”
He shrugged, taking containers out of the bags. “Chance said it was your favorite and you’re going to be out of town this weekend.”
“Wow.” I eyed the many containers – way too much for two people. The smell made my mouth water. “Thank you.”
A head bob and a smile were his only response. Oh so cool and casual like it was nothing. Maybe it was to him.
I grabbed plates and silverware and we sat down together.
“What are you watching?” Finn asked and then took a big bite. He moaned as he chewed.
“Good, right? Totally worth the thirty-minute wait.”
He nodded.
